Quotes About Humanity

People suck. They do stupid things and they're not nice. The end.

I am part-demon, part-human. What else does that make me? She answered his question with one of her own. I am part-centaur, part-human. Does that make me a mutant? It makes you a miracle. She held his gaze. Exactly.

Blood Leads to Humanity, Spirit Leads to Night, and Earth Completes.

the supply of the milk of human kindness was short by several gallons

There's too much of that where-every-prospect-pleases-and-only-man-is-vile stuff buzzing around for my taste.

perceived the numbing truth that we human beings are merely as many pieces in a jig-saw puzzle and that our every movement affects the fortunes of some other piece. Just so, faintly at first and taking shape by degrees, must the germ of civic spirit have come to Prehistoric Man. We are all individualists till we wake up.

Give me, for my life, all lives, give me all the pain of everyone, I'm going to turn it into hope. Give me all the joys, even the most secret, because otherwise how will these things be known? I have to tell them, give me the labors of everyday, for that's what I sing.

I have been a lucky man. To feel the intimacy of brothers is a marvelous thing in life. To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, from those unknown to us, who are watching over our sleep and solitude, over our dangers and our weaknesses – that is something still greater and more beautiful because it widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.

Nobody can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or María, all of us are dust or sand, all of us are rain under rain. They have spoken to me of Venezuelas, of Chiles and Paraguays; I have no idea what they are saying. I know only the skin of the earth and I know it has no name.

There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song - but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny.

On our earth, before writing was invented, before the printing press was invented, poetry flourished. That is why we know that poetry is like bread; it should be shared by all, by scholars and by peasants, by all our vast, incredible, extraordinary family of humanity.

Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.

I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.

Sólo con una ardiente paciencia conquistaremos la espléndida ciudad que dará luz, justicia y dignidad a todos los hombres. Así la poesía no habrá cantado en vano.

To feel the intimacy of brothers is a marvelous thing in life. To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. But to feel affection that comes from those whom we do not know, from those unknown to us, who are watching over our sleep and solitude, over our dangers and our weaknesses---that is something still greater and more beautiful because it widens out the boundaries of our being and unites all living things.

Give me the sorrow of the entire world, I will turn it into hope.

Madre de piedra, espuma de los cóndores. Alto arrecife de la aurora humana. Pala perdida en la primera arena.

Quiero vivir en un mundo en el que los seres sean solamente humanos, sin darse en la cabeza con una regla, con una palabr, con una etiqueta... Quiero que la gran mayoría, la única mayoría, todos, puedan hablar, leer, escuchar, florecer. No entendí nunca la lucha sino para que ésta termine.

Soy un poeta sin ningún precepto pero digo, sin lástima y sin pena: no hay asesino bueno en mi concepto.

A multidão humana foi a maior lição da minha vida. Posso chegar a ela com a inerente timidez do poeta, com o receio do tímido; mas, uma vez no seu seio, sinto-me transfigurado.. Sou parte da essencial maioria, sou mais uma folha da grande árvore humana.

Tai kiek gyvena zmogus? Tukstanti metu ar vienus? Gyvena savaite ar keleta amziu? Kiek laiko mirsta zmogus? Ka reiskia amzinybe?

Si hallas en un camino a un niño robando manzanas y a un viejo sordo con un acordeón, recuerda que yo soy el niño, las manzanas y el anciano. No me hagas daño persiguiendo al niño, no le pegues al viejo vagabundo, no eches al río las manzanas.

No puedo sin la vida vivir, sin el hombre ser hombre

Nació un hombre entre muchos que nacieron, viví entre muchos hombres que vivieron, y esto no tiene historia sino tierra.